This is a song about "Cleopatra comming at ya"

I'm the king rapper, take a swing at ya,

They claim it as their own, africa

My conscious only knew whats half tight

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

I'm pissed and wanna throw my fist at ya

The science and the art, africa

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

And if it blast at ya chest, my nigga you are done

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Shit is crooked on the surface, insecure they're looking at ya,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Do ya know what at can all fuck off